Pawns of Genocide

Septic worms craving an outlet,

Outlet form the pity of the

Walls interaction with the enemy

Comes to draw the ethereal blood

Comes to draw the path for

Apathy comes to dry the river

Of the gods it's the way of the

Flesh it's the weight of the past

Tear apart the images

Place the dream upon the altar

It's the renewal of a taint in

Your intuition it's the exorcism

Of free thought holes chew

Though toxic ruins of the

Structure redefining the conquest

Redefining the sun the convictions

Of the hour glass as teh sand

Envelopes truth and the insects

As they congregate

In pursuit of a tasteless fruit

It's the way of the flesh

It's the weight of the past

Tear apart the images

Place the dream upon the altar

It's the renewal of a taint

In your intuition

It's the exorcism of free thought

Crawl through the forms nameless

Wreckage blind in search of

Distant things goals not your

Own greater than you life

Not your own wait for suns to

Meet sensing time in short synopses

CLeaning out infected dreams

Flawless aggravation seeking out

The right disease wind blows

Apart from the desire for a

Stillness light burns apart from

The need for an elusive dark

Crawling forms with no destination

With delusions of control

In a picture greater than you own

Every string weaved through

The soul tear apart the images

Place the dream upon the altar

It's the renewal of a taint

In your intuition it's the exorcism

Of free thought